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rule or rules used by Radcliffe. Fuller details of the sources are given in end-notes, as are details of those quotations for which Radcliffe does not herself give a source. Notes have also been provided on matters of textual interest as well as on passages which assume knowledge of eighteenth-century society, literature, customs, taste and manners.
PENGUIN TEXT Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â 1794 EDITION
[I/139]         Montoni was not at home        Montoni was at home
[II/227]        hall. Says Carlo                       hall, says Carlo
[III/366]       lest it should not be he            lest it should be he
[III/404]       replied the soldier                   replied Ugo
[III/442]       my late lord, the Marquis       my late lord, the Count
[IV/529]       Henri and the Count               Henri and the servant
THE
MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO,
A
ROMANCE;
INTERSPERSED WITH SOME PIECES OF POETRY
BY
ANN RADCLIFFE,
AUTHOR OF THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST, ETC.
IN FOUR VOLUMES .
Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns,
And, as the portals open to receive me,
Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts,
Tells of a nameless deed.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR G. G. AND J. ROBINSON, PATERNOSTER - ROW.
1794.
VOLUME I
CHAPTER I
â_______home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polishâd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.â
Thomson [
The Seasons
, âAutumnâ] 1
On the pleasant banks of the Garonne, in the province of Gascony, stood, in the year 1584, the chateau of Monsieur St Aubert. From its windows were seen the pastoral landscapes of Guienne and Gascony, stretching along the river, gay with luxuriant woods and vines, and plantations of olives. To the south, the view was bounded by the majestic Pyrenées, whose summits, veiled in clouds, or exhibiting awful forms, seen, and lost again, as the partial vapours rolled along, were sometimes barren, and gleamed through the blue tinge of air, and sometimes frowned with forests of gloomy pine, that swept downward to their base. These tremendous precipices were contrasted by the soft green of the pastures and woods that hung upon their skirts; among whose flocks, and herds, and simple cottages, the eye, after having scaled the cliffs above, delighted to repose. To the north, and to the east, the plains of Guienne and Languedoc were lost in the mist of distance; on the west, Gascony was bounded by the waters of Biscay.
M. St Aubert loved to wander, with his wife and daughter, on the margin of the Garonne, and to listen to the music that floated on its waves. He had known life in other forms than those of pastoral simplicity, having mingled in the gay and in the busy scenes of the world; but the flattering portrait of mankind, which his heart had delineated in early youth, his experience had too sorrowfully corrected. Yet, amidst the changing visions of life, his principles remained unshaken, his benevolence unchilled; and he retired from the multitude âmore in
pity
than in anger,â 2 to scenes of simple nature, to the pure delights of literature, and to the exercise of domestic virtues.
He was a descendant from the younger branch of an illustrious family, and it was designed, that the deficiency of his patrimonial wealth should be supplied either by a splendid alliance in marriage, or by success in the intrigues of public affairs. But St Aubert had too nice a sense of honour to fulfil the latter hope, and too small a
PENGUIN TEXT Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â 1794 EDITION
[I/139]         Montoni was not at home        Montoni was at home
[II/227]        hall. Says Carlo                       hall, says Carlo
[III/366]       lest it should not be he            lest it should be he
[III/404]       replied the soldier                   replied Ugo
[III/442]       my late lord, the Marquis       my late lord, the Count
[IV/529]       Henri and the Count               Henri and the servant
THE
MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO,
A
ROMANCE;
INTERSPERSED WITH SOME PIECES OF POETRY
BY
ANN RADCLIFFE,
AUTHOR OF THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST, ETC.
IN FOUR VOLUMES .
Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns,
And, as the portals open to receive me,
Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts,
Tells of a nameless deed.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR G. G. AND J. ROBINSON, PATERNOSTER - ROW.
1794.
VOLUME I
CHAPTER I
â_______home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polishâd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.â
Thomson [
The Seasons
, âAutumnâ] 1
On the pleasant banks of the Garonne, in the province of Gascony, stood, in the year 1584, the chateau of Monsieur St Aubert. From its windows were seen the pastoral landscapes of Guienne and Gascony, stretching along the river, gay with luxuriant woods and vines, and plantations of olives. To the south, the view was bounded by the majestic Pyrenées, whose summits, veiled in clouds, or exhibiting awful forms, seen, and lost again, as the partial vapours rolled along, were sometimes barren, and gleamed through the blue tinge of air, and sometimes frowned with forests of gloomy pine, that swept downward to their base. These tremendous precipices were contrasted by the soft green of the pastures and woods that hung upon their skirts; among whose flocks, and herds, and simple cottages, the eye, after having scaled the cliffs above, delighted to repose. To the north, and to the east, the plains of Guienne and Languedoc were lost in the mist of distance; on the west, Gascony was bounded by the waters of Biscay.
M. St Aubert loved to wander, with his wife and daughter, on the margin of the Garonne, and to listen to the music that floated on its waves. He had known life in other forms than those of pastoral simplicity, having mingled in the gay and in the busy scenes of the world; but the flattering portrait of mankind, which his heart had delineated in early youth, his experience had too sorrowfully corrected. Yet, amidst the changing visions of life, his principles remained unshaken, his benevolence unchilled; and he retired from the multitude âmore in
pity
than in anger,â 2 to scenes of simple nature, to the pure delights of literature, and to the exercise of domestic virtues.
He was a descendant from the younger branch of an illustrious family, and it was designed, that the deficiency of his patrimonial wealth should be supplied either by a splendid alliance in marriage, or by success in the intrigues of public affairs. But St Aubert had too nice a sense of honour to fulfil the latter hope, and too small a
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